Cold Shoulder
Brittany hops happily through a crowd of people in Santana’s living room. She smiles at one of the Cheerios that is slumped against the couch, a beer bottle in hand. She walks past her and climbs the stairs and enters Santana’s room when she reaches the top.
Both Santana and Quinn smile happily and squeal the blonde’s name when she enters the room. Santana hugs her tightly. Then she grabs Brittany’s hand and leads her to the bed, making the blonde sit on top of her lap.
Quinn sits on the side of them, and Puck and Rachel are sitting on the floor.
Brittany kisses Santana’s cheek. “What’d I miss, baby?”
“Nothing! Me and Quinnie here were just about to take a shot. Want one?”
Brittany shakes her head and Santana takes the shot. “Puck it's your turn."
"Finally! I dare Quinn to dance with Santana."
"You want me to dance with her?"
"No. Well, yeah. I want you to grind with her."
Santana stands up and smacks Puck in the back of the head. "Douchebag. I'm with B."
"Dancing is not cheating! Jesus just do the dare already."
Santana looks over at Brittany and the blonde just smiles and shrugs. Dancing is innocent enough and besides...it'd probably be hot to watch.
Quinn walks up behind Santana and places her hands on her waist. She pulls the Latina into her body and they both start moving to the music. By the time it's over every person in the room feels horny.
Santana sits back onto the bed and pulls Brittany back into her lap. "Alright Man Hands, stop drooling. It's your turn to ask a truth or dare.”
Rachel just smiles, too drunk to care about the insult. “Well, I’d like to know about your aspirations for the future.”
The entire room groans. Quinn rolls her eyes, “God, Berry, you take the fun out of everything!”
“I do not!”
Santana just smirks. “I plan on getting the fuck out of Lima and leaving all your loser asses behind.”
Rachel frowns. “All of us?”
“Every. Single. One of you.”
The room goes silent and then everyone bursts into giggles. Everyone except Brittany.
“Fine, I have thought of another truth to ask. Normally I wouldn’t use this kind of language, however, given the circumstances-”
Quinn rolls her eyes. “Just spit it out.”
“Santana who was your best fuck? Actually, tell me everyone you’ve slept with and rate them on a scale of 1 to 10.”
The question just seems to make Brittany frown further and she gets off of Santana’s lap.
“Contrary to popular belief, RuPaul, I’ve only slept with three people and they all happen to be in this room. Puck is a lousy lay, I give him a 5. Quinn’s actually not that bad, I’ll give her an 8. But nothing compares to B; she’s a definite 10.”
Santana smiles at her girlfriend but feels confused as she watches Brittany leave the room without a word.
Rachel stands up. “You’ve slept with Quinn!?”
Quinn blushes and Santana answers distractedly, “Yeah, obviously. I taught her everything she knows.”
“Did not!”
Puck stands up too. “Alright. I dare Berry to make out with Quinn.”
Santana follows Brittany and barely hears what goes on next.
“Ew! I will do no such thing.” Quinn crosses her arms.
“Oh! But I must prove to you how fun I can be!” Rachel grabs Quinn’s face and kisses her.
---
After Santana does a quick round downstairs to make sure no one is trashing her house, she goes upstairs in search of her girlfriend. She finally finds her in her Mom’s room. “B? What are you doing in here?”
Brittany just shrugs from her spot on the bed. Santana grins and straddles Brittany’s hips and wraps her arms around her neck. She kisses her and pushes the blonde onto the mattress.
Brittany gently pushes at Santana’s chest, forcing the Latina to lean away from her. “What?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
Santana raises an eyebrow. “You’re always in the mood, especially when we’re drunk. What’s the matter?”
Brittany rolls out from under Santana. “Nothing. I’m just tired.”
“B I can tell when you’re lying to me. You’re making the I’m-mad -at-Santana face.”
“I’m just tired.”
Brittany recoils a bit when she watches Santana’s face turn from concerned to angry. She’s not really shocked because Santana usually gets like this when she’s drunk. It doesn’t mean she has to like it.
“Whatever, B… Fuck. I’m just trying to be a good girlfriend here. But if you want to lie or whatever, I’ll just go find something else to do.” Santana storms out and slams the door.
---
It’s around 2 AM when Brittany finally kicks the last few people out of Santana’s house. She just wants to go home and sleep but of course she drank a bit and can’t drive. She tries the sofa but finds Finn there, awkwardly leaving his limbs dangling over the ends. She tries Santana’s brother’s room and finds Mercedes. She even tries Santana’s Mom’s room and weirdly finds Quinn and Rachel passed out together.
Brittany sighs, realizing there’s only one place left to go. She opens Santana’s door and sees her in her bed, sleeping on her stomach with one arm hanging off the edge.
The blonde loves Santana more than anything. It’s the whole reason she can’t be around her right now. She needs time to think.
She doesn’t have a choice though. Last time she slept on the floor she had a knot in her back for a week straight. So she gets into bed with Santana and stays as far away as possible.
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That morning Brittany wakes up to find herself spooning Santana. She blames muscle memory. All she wants to do is snuggle and fall back asleep, but she can’t. What Santana said hurt her and it just keeps ringing in her ears.
She’s about to turn away when Santana rolls over and presses her face into Brittany’s chest.
“I’m sorry for being an ass last night, B.”
Brittany hesitates. “S’okay.” Brittany scrambles out of bed and heads towards the door. “I have to get home to…feed the cats.”
“You don’t have any cats.”
“…So?”
Santana just smiles. “Okay, babe. Just call me later. I’ve got our movie picked out for later.”
“Okay. Bye!”
“Love you!” Santana calls out. Brittany doesn’t answer.
---
Santana opens her cell and shoots Brittany a text.
Hey baby. Need me to pick u up?
Sorry, S. Gotta do stuff with my mom tonight.
But…it’s our movie night.
Santana waits for a text for over an hour and gets no reply, so she sends another. Brittany did I do something wrong?
Brittany reads the text and shuts her phone off.
Santana waits another twenty minutes and when she gets no response she calls the blonde. Hi Santana! Oops, I mean hi! You’ve reached my phone! Aw man I messed up again.*BEEP*
“Hey B, it’s just me. Call me back when you get this. Love you.”
Santana makes herself believe that Brittany’s phone must have died.
---
Santana sees Brittany in the hallway at school and they make small talk. She tries to hold her hand. It hurts Santana more than anything when Brittany pulls away and mumbles an excuse about why she has to go in the opposite direction.
Santana thinks she would have rather been slapped in the face.
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Hey babe. Want to hang out before Cheerios?
Doing homework with Finn. Sorry.
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Santana calls Quinn after school when Brittany finds a ride home with Finn again. “I don’t know what’s going on, Quinn. I feel like she’s pulling away from me and I don’t know why. I mean she’s clearly avoiding me.”
“Well, what’d you do?”
“I don’t think I did anything! I mean I talked about who I’ve fucked but she knew all that already anyway. And I apologized for being a little rude later that night. I just- god, Q. What if she doesn’t love me anymore or something?”
“It can’t be that, S. She loves you. You guys have been attached to the hip since you were in the fourth grade. Why don’t you just call her and ask her to explain?”
“I’ve tried! She won’t tell me what’s wrong. I feel like every time I try she just distances herself even further.”
“Make her talk to you. Go to her house and tell her she can’t keep avoiding you.”
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Santana feels like she’s ready to kill someone when she gets to Brittany’s house. Brittany’s mom answers the door and tells her that Finn is in Brittany’s room and maybe she should come back later.
Brittany’s mom shuts the door with a smile and Santana angrily paces back and forth across the porch. It only takes her a moment for her to realize that she wants to talk to Brittany and she wants to talk to her now.
She whips open their front door and marches past Brittany’s protesting mom. She has the urge to kick Brittany’s door open but instead just opens it and stands in the doorway with her arms crossed.
“What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?”
Finn visibly cowers from his spot on the bed near Brittany, a history book placed across his lap. “Uh, homework. History homework. Reports and stuff,” Finn nearly stutters.
“Out. Now!” Santana orders.
Brittany softly says, “S, you can’t order him around like that. Be nice.”
Santana grinds her teeth. “Finn, please get the fuck out of my girlfriend’s room.” Santana watches as Finn scurries out. Santana can’t help but let out a sarcastic “thank you!” as he leaves.
Santana begins pacing back and forth again in front of Brittany. “B, I’ve tried being nice and I’ve tried being patient. But I don’t know how much more I can handle you icing me out. I miss you! I thought that maybe you were pissed about talking about having sex with Puck and Quinn but clearly something else is going on.” She stops pacing and kneels in front of Brittany, who looks at her bed sheets instead of Santana.
Santana asks quietly, “Tell me what’s wrong? Please? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
Brittany simply shakes her head. “There’s nothing wrong, S.”
Santana sighs in frustration. “Brittany I can be better. Whatever I did, I won’t do it anymore! Okay? Please. I can’t get better unless you tell me!” Santana’s voice comes out desperate.
Brittany’s fighting with herself. She can’t tell Santana. She’d seem pathetic or even worse she’d just make Santana feel really uncomfortable. “Nothing's wrong, S.”
Santana stands up and fights back the tears welling up. She crosses her arms again. “I get it. You’re trying to get me to break-up with you, aren’t you? Hanging out with Finn, giving me the cold shoulder. Well guess what, B? I’m not doing your dirty work for you. If you want to break-up with me you know where to find me.”
Santana turns to leave but stops when a gentle hand grabs hers. “What’s the point?” Brittany lets out in a choked whisper. Tears are flowing freely now from blue eyes and Santana does all she can to not reach out and wipe them away.
“What’s the point of what, Brittany?”
“What’s the point of us being together when you’re just going to leave?”
Santana kneels down again. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You said it yourself! You said you were leaving Lima and leaving us all behind. If you’re just going to leave I figured we should have space. If I start missing you now, maybe it won’t hurt as bad when you really do leave.”
Santana’s mouth opens in shock for a moment but it doesn’t last. She forcefully pulls Brittany into a hug and grips her tightly. She whispers in her ear, “Brittany I’m not leaving Lima without you. You’re coming with me! I thought you knew that?”
“W-what?”
“Why do you think we looked at dance schools near my colleges for you last week? Or why I picked up that waitressing job for extra cash so that I could rent an apartment next year? Baby I thought it went unsaid: You’re coming with me.”
Brittany’s tears stop but she lets out a little sniffle. “Really?”
Santana smiles and nods. “Definitely.”
Brittany beams and wraps her arms around the Latina. She playfully pushes her onto her bed and kisses her neck.
Santana looks up at her. “Make up sex time?”
“Definitely.”